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Bouse ( BOWSS rhymes with "house") is a census-designated place (CDP) and ghost town in La Paz County, Arizona, United States. Founded in 1908 as a mining camp, the economy of Bouse is now based on tourism, agriculture, and retirees. The population was 996 at the 2010 census. It was originally named Brayton after the store owner John Brayton Martin. more »

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They're mowing me down yes they're mowing me down
They're mowing me down like grass
They're mowing me down with a highway stampede
They're mowing me down like grass

They're writing me up yes they're writing me up
They're writing me up like poems
They're writing me up with a blizzard of ink
They're writing me up like poems

They're knocking me out yes they're knocking me out
They're knocking me out like doors
They're knocking me out with a single red glove
They're knocking me out like doors

I think that the stars are just lights behind bars
Before they die they fade away
The water can fall but it can also freeze
Your finger to the trigger that day

They're holding me in yes they're holding me in
They're holding me in like dreams
They're holding me in with a white-knuckled grin
They're holding me in like dreams

They're smoking me left yes they're smoking me left
They're smoking me left like death
They're smoking me left with a stiff upper lip
They're smoking me left like death

They're crowding around yes they're crowding around
They're crowding around like sheep
They're crowding around with a frown to the ground
They're crowding around like sheep

They're running inside yes they're running inside
They're running inside like brains
They're running inside with a cowboy thick hide
They're running inside like brains

I think that the stars are just lights behind bars
Before they die they fade away
The water can fall but it can also freeze
Your finger to the trigger that day

They're urging me on yes they're urging me on
They're urging me on like saints
They're urging me on with a hairy-armed brawn
They're urging me on like saints

They're setting me up yes they're setting me up
They're setting me up like chess
They're setting me up with a two fingered flick
They're setting me up like chess

They're trading me back yes they're trading me back
They're trading me back like love
They're trading me back with the tip of the hat
They're trading me back like love

They're building their walls yes they're building their walls
They're building their walls like men
They're building their walls with a brick bearing back
They're building their walls like men

I think that the stars are just lights behind bars
Before they die they fade away
The water can fall but it can also freeze
Your finger to the trigger that day

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